The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, clear 'em out, 'em out, word
Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' real and you ain't whole style sounds like a N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the with the mic apparatus the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch your status With this ugly lookin' billboard, you could stop But I got enough to make my own top ten
You limited like the of traffic You bite my off the radio So when you you bet I hear the static You better chill out like, Chuck, I kick like three, One of my sixteen bar rhymes is of your choruses Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to curve Gotcha, on hands and knees Ain't it about time for some emcees?
The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here
Uh, we on a tonight When you see me comin', I don't front, I People say I'm cause I'm all about peace To say the least, a violent history It ain't no mystery, these rappers get with me My don't see that, all they hear is stop hittin' me, huh Stop beatin' me, Chris, you want to help my career, Well, you can if you don't exist, huh
I think it's 'bout we stop these pop rappers Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop does to me Does it to you? My crew If it does, you what the hell to do Throw your guns in the air, it like, yeah Let these bitch ass know we in here Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off Tell 'em KRS told you at the end of they days
Let me you, let's give hip hop a lift And don't buy Nelly's album on June twenty That'll send a message back to all 'em House nigga rapper, your bottom done out You don't know how I told you I wasn't about you then But I'm talkin' you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes right St. Louis don't like you